Everything is beauty on your side of the fence. And everything is gray over here. But in time all eyes will adjust and the pieces will fall into place. With burdens lifted, the tried and true still will wilt to shame. A new low, your majesty. Please spare me, majesty. 

Depict a picture of white picket slivers, gray dims to grayer gray. Hindsight is priceless, you're hired your highness. Memories degrade. A new low your majesty, hallowed by thy stain. A new low your majesty. Low. 

Everything is hearsay on your side of the fence, and cliche reigns over here. But in time all eyes will adjust, and the pieces fall from disgrace. With burdens lifted, rarely they do. Then had to lose faith. A new low, the majesty. Please spare me, majesty. 

Depict a picture of white picket slivers, gray dims to grayer gray. Hindsight is priceless, you're hired your highness. Memories degrade. A new low your majesty, hallowed be thy stain. The new low your majesty. Low. 

Letting go.

Majesty Gray

The first known act of existence is infinity that became aware. 
It begins and it ends in the unknown, light does not move, light is just there. Every entity possesses completeness, as existence expresses itself. The freedom of will and awareness, the choice to reject or accept. The purest of light wilts to dimness, a purpose perverting feedback loop. Short-sighted to the light and creation, with a diet of low hanging fruit. 


Doors of perception dead-bolted shut. Pineal stones from connections lost. Depolarized and detuned. The light dims because it can't get through the haze of retrograde. Celestial click-bait to a blank page and a clean slate. A slow fade to a vague mediocre shade. 
Equivalent exchange subject to change. 


In and out of congruence, indifferent resonance. 

Distortions inherent, limitations of the instrument. 

Doors of perception dead-bolted shut. Pineal stones from connections lost. Depolarized and detuned. The light dims because it can't get through the haze of retrograde. Celestial click-bait to a blank page and a clean slate. A slow fade to a vague mediocre shade. 
Equivalent exchange subject to change. 


This is what I deserve. 

Now our path is forward, and it's forged, not followed. 

Why am I feeling this? Why am I like this? Why would I choose this? Why am I like this? 

To know, to accept, forgive and balance. All are needed to become open. The recognizing and removing, any and all incongruences. 

Now none is lost, all is well, now go forth, and rejoice because I'll see you at the octave.

Euphorbia

TRITA (try-tuh) is a post-metal band comprised of 3 non-virgins from Minneapolis, MN. Loud is allowed.

Majesty Gray

TRITA

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